The night started like any other night. I got myself dressed and off to work. I work as a male stripper. I have a good body, good moves, I love the attention from the ladies and I have school during the day so a day job is out.

I decided to ride my motorbike to work. Something I don't do too often since a lot of drunk people go in and out. Mind you I do park it in the back ally between our building and the next. I ride past the front entrance where the line is. My eyes catch onto hers and I almost swerve my bike, luckily for me I catch the mistake before hurting myself. To get to the ally I have to slowly approach the line of people until the part to give me access. The entire time doing this I was staring at her. She's so beautiful.

In the line, my English teacher Ms Lawson is there with some girlfriends of hers. She's got her blond hair up in an elegant but sexy looking bun, she's got a black jumpsuit on that has a very low cut V in the centre, her friend next to her has a Bride to be sashay on. Telling me they are here to party it up for someone getting married. I park my motorbike and take my helmet off before dismounting. I check my phone for the time. I have fifteen minutes to get ready. I dismount and walk into the strip club.

"Hey Chuky." I roll my eyes at Russels nickname for me.

"Fuck off. It's Charles or Charlie not chuky." I say as I shrug his hand off my shoulder. I get to my booth and start to strip in front of all the other men.

"Hmm. Sometimes I don't know whether you're sexier wearing that leather jacket or not wearing it. I give a chuckle. I strip down and start to rub oil everywhere.

"What act are we doing tonight?" I ask.

"Firemen. There is some request from a group of girls here for a hens night. And they've requested this one. The big finish is yours today." I sigh.

The big finish ends with me come off stage giving a lady a lap dance and carrying her away to the private rooms. Which then afterward her friends are brought back because it's the hens night experience. They get drinks, lap dances etc.

"Alright." I change into the fireman outfit. Which consists of the easy rip off stripper firman pants, the red hard hat, the suspenders and the jacket and boots.

I smile at my glistening body. Looking down at my olive, toned abs. Russel catches me and shakes his head. I shove him.

"You'll forever be known as the pretty boy." Russel says.

"Why?" I ask.

"You're the youngest first off. You've got that olive tanned and toned body, the green eyes, cheeky smile. Light brown hair and that stupid shoulder sleeve tattoo that all the girls love these days." I laugh at his list of pretty boy qualities I have.

"You sounds like an old man." Russel huffs.

"I may as well be around you. You've been 18 for all of eight months." I give a soft chuckle.

They call us onto the stage not long after. It's me, Russel and two other men. Kyle and Rodney.

I smirk, knowing she will see me and realise who it is. I'm curious to know how she will act. Especially since there is nothing illegal about me doing this job.

We start our strip tease on the stage a lot of women woahing and clapping as we take off our hard hats first, then our jackets, all the while keeping to the rhythm of the music. Before we take off the pants I jump off the stage toward the woman with the bride to be sashay and start to give her a lap dance. At the end of it I pick her up and carry her toward the private rooms/VIP area. As I walk away the other men rip off their pants.

I set the lady down on her own two feet. She smiles at me, her cheeks are red and she doesn't know how to react. I smile and take her hand, kissing it lightly.

"Congratulations on getting married." I say. She just giggles softly as a response. Her friends come into the room with the rest of my fellow strippers from the stage. The girls run straight to their friend to talk about what had just happened.

"Charles Anthony Montgomery." I hear a harsh whisper yell from behind me. I smirk to myself. The men with me seem concerned and confused as to why she's calling out my full name. I turn around.

"Ms Lawson. Can I do something for you?" I ask with my arms crossed over my chest and a small smile on my lips. I can't help the smile grow when she takes a few seconds to talk as she's taken back by my body. Her eyes trailing the length of me.

"What are you doing here?" She asks.

"Working. And you?" I ask with a smirk.

"You can't be working here. You're underage." I give a laugh.

"I'm eighteen. Nothing about me working here is illegal." I say.

She looks stumped. Unable to figure out what to say to get out of it she sighs and walks back to her friends. I turn to the men in front of me.

"Guys, when we do the one on one lap dances. She's mine okay?" I say. They nod and Russel turns to me.

"So, Who is She?" He asks.

"She, is my English teacher." Russel just chuckles.

"Why do you like starting trouble." I shrug.

"I know it's under me. But I'll do anything to get under her." I say with the innuendo very clear. He laughs and shakes his head.

"Good luck getting her." He says and walks away.

We get set on the stage and start to dance and tease. One by one they move to each girl to start their lap dances. Until I'm the last one and so is Ms Lawson and she doesn't look angry to my surprised. More like excited and frightened.

I walk to her and start my lap dance, pressing my body on different parts of hers. Kneeling between her legs. Everything I can to make her gasp and boy did she ever. Just at the end of the song I move my head inches from hers so our lips are almost touching. She looks slightly shaken. I move off her and walk back to the boys.

Five minutes go past and she excuses herself. I glance at her as she does. She looks very unsettled. She leaves the room and I follow after her. Following her all the way out to the back ally where most people go for a quick smoke. I follow her out and when I get out there she has a cigarette to her lips and is trying to light it but can't her hands wont stop shaking. I walk to her and clasp her hands with one of mine. Grabbing my lighter out of my pants and lightly it for her. She is just staring at me.

"Are you okay?" I ask, genuinely worried about her.

"I'm not okay. None of this is okay." She says frustrated. She's leaning against a wall while I stand in front of her, my arm leaning against the wall near her head.

"We aren't doing anything wrong." I say.

"But that doesn't stop me from wanting to" She looks at me wide eyed. Obviously she didn't mean to say that out loud.

"I want to too." I say. She looks at me shocked.

"But we can't." She says softly.

"Actually we can. I'm 18, and I graduate in two months." She sighs.

"That's in two months. Not right now." I smirk and put my hand on her hip.

"Impatient are we?" I ask sensually. She doesn't answer as I start to kiss her neck lightly. She sighs and wraps her arms around my shoulders and neck.

In the midst of it her cigarette falls onto the floor. I move my lips, training them up to the corner of her mouth. As my leave the corner of her lips, her lips attach to mine. I smile slightly into our kiss and wrap my arms around her, lifting her legs off the ground and around my hips.

Her lips pressing against mine, she deepens the kiss, her tongue fighting mine for dominance. I end up winning.

"I don't care that you're my teacher. I don't care if we have to wait two months. I've been in love with you since the first day you came to teach my class." She sighs.

"You don't even know how old I am." She says softly.

"I do actually. I just said I'm in love with you. I've done my research on you. You're 23, your birthday is the 8 of may and you have a pet dog called Ragnar." She gives a soft chuckle at the information I had said.

"You really do have feelings for me don't you?" She asks. I smile and caress her cheek.

"Of course I do. Have you met yourself? You're absolutely beautiful, smart, funny you're mature and sweet and gentle but also not a push over. You're everything." I watch as she blushes. I smile and cup her cheeks before kissing her forehead.

"Okay. We can try this. Us." I grin and press my lips to hers again.